Germina Melius Poems

Money

‘Go to school, study hard, the money will come.' John's father preached his sermon.
John did only one.
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Her father's hands extend beyond the land.
Her hands are sealed like the mouth of his vault.
Trembling with every grasp, his wrinkled hands
will never find their youth.
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From the gloomy dust, I rise from Hades' spell to see the sun's glory on a splendid morning.
The inner man greets me.
Rise from the clay that binds you in the gutter's belly.
Rise to see your Father's radiant face watching the human soul.
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You walk on moons, but I see pitch, and unpaved roads.
I walk on the crust of land, and envy ships swimming on water.
The world walks on its hurting soul, and on ancient bones.
Children bare feet, travel on unpaved roads,
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Pinch our hearts with love, bless us God above.
Help us to be kind to all whom we find.
We are not like doves; still you show your love.
In lives of mankind, remove hateful minds.
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For money, she trades with strangers.
The woman who bore me hands me over.
Without a glance, her feet quickens down the old dirt road.
My noise becomes a silent plea.
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Fragile love weak like glass,
wander to break your feeble heart.
flashback, a mirror opens your eyes,
incomparable beauty soothing your soul,
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memory loss
the only thing hackers need
a thief pauses on a mission
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mountains of words
my ears agape watching
the elevator
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green apparel
pine trees everywhere
Soka city loves green
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